Cat staring at me

Cat staring at me

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Cat staring at me, waiting for my reply to her question about why I didn't marry him.

"For some reason, he thought he could save me. He thought he could turn me into a woman like himself. He thought he could turn me into a vampire. I think he just wanted to show me that I was no better than he was."

"He wanted you to be a vampire?"

"He wanted me to be like him. He wanted me to be the kind of woman he would have killed for. But I couldn't. I don't think he understood that."

"And you think . . . you think I'm like him?"

I stared at her. _Yes, I think you're more dangerous than anything I've ever faced. I think you're like him and I don't want to get close enough to you to find out._

"Why would you think that?"

"Because he wanted me to be a vampire."

"So what happened?"

I sighed and looked down at the cat. "I gave in to his demands. I pretended to be a vampire. I became one for him."

She frowned at me, then laughed. "Oh my god, you gave him a blood bath, didn't you?"

"No, he would have killed me, even then. What I did, I was able to keep myself alive. I drank enough to keep myself alive so that I could make the exchange with him and then I waited."

"And did you?"

"No, I died."

"And you think that I'm like him?"

"Yes, I think that you're more dangerous than he was."

She gave a small smile. "I can take care of myself."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"I can take care of myself, Rhett. I won't hurt you."

"Why are you here? Why are you in this car? Why are we driving around looking for someone you don't know? I can't leave until I know you're safe. If I don't know that you're safe, I have to call the police."

"That's not going to happen. Besides, I need to keep an eye on you."


She glanced at me, then back out the windshield. "I have a plan, Rhett. I have to make sure that it works."

"It's your life. I have nothing to do with it."

"I know."

I pulled the keys out of the ignition. "Maybe we should get out of the car."

"I'm staying in the car. If you want to drive, go on."


"I'm safer in the car. You're going to pull out a gun and shoot me. You'd never live with yourself."

"You're insane."

"You'll thank me later."

"Fine," I said, leaning back against the headrest. "I'm going to turn on the radio."

She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was listening.

I glanced at the clock. I had twenty-two hours before sunrise. Twenty-two hours before I got to kill her.



The radio was playing The Beatles.

The music was soothing. It didn't matter what they played. As long as it was easy on the ears.

We listened to The Beatles.

I kept an eye on Anna while she listened to The Beatles.

"She likes The Beatles," I said.

"She's good at the things she likes," Anna said.

We drove in silence for about five minutes before I had to say something.

"Are we there yet?"

"When you want to talk, it's here."

"I'm tired. Can we go home now?"

"No. It's not safe to drive when you're tired. You've been in a car for eight hours."

I wasn't too sure how she was able to tell. It's probably hard to tell time when you're driving.

"So what's the plan?" I said.

"The plan is simple. We're going to get some sleep, wake up tomorrow, and drive to the airport."

"The airport? Why do we need to go to the airport?"

"There's only one city in the world that can get you out of the country."

I said, "Oh, great."

"It's not as bad as it sounds. It's a long drive. And your uncle can fly you to the U.S."

"What about Anna? Will she fly there with us?"

"She's meeting your uncle in Australia."

"So she doesn't want to come with us?"

"She doesn't want to come with you. She wants to meet your uncle. He has a house that's close to your uncle's house. She'll stay in his house while she's waiting for you to come back."

"Why doesn't she want to come with us?"

Anna said, "Because she wants to live her life. She loves a good adventure."

"Well, I don't think an eight-hour trip with a four-year-old is going to be very much of an adventure."

"If you don't want to go on the adventure, I can take you to a place where you can rest."

"No. You're not going to take me anywhere."

Anna said, "I'm not taking you anywhere. I'm just offering you a chance to rest. You've been traveling all day."

"Well, it wasn't my choice," I said.

"You should have asked me about it before we got in the car. You could have taken me to the city where I would have gone shopping, then to the airport, and you would have had a rest."

"I don't want to shop."

"Well, you could have taken me to your father's house, and then we would have been on our way."

"I don't want to see his house. I want to go to India and get married."

Anna made a sound like a cat that didn't like being scooped out of a tuna-fish can.

She said, "Are you serious about marrying that man?"

I nodded.

"You're sure about that?"

"I think I want to get married."

She said, "Do you have his name?"


"He was in the army, wasn't he?"

"He was. He's not in the army anymore."

"Are you having sexual relations with him?"


"But you don't know who he is."

"No. I have to. I know enough to tell his name."

Anna thought for a moment. Then she said, "Tell me what he looks like."

I described Bucky.

"He looks like an Indian in a polo shirt," I said.

"You've been to India."

"He's from India. My mother's family came from there."

"He's Indian, you say. Well, if he's Indian, he has to be from North India. That's where the Indo-Chinese are."


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